Sandness Hill

We set off for Sandness Hill from the old click mills at Huxter. The blues of the sea at Bay of Deepdale just seemed too blue to be real, while great and Arctic skuas wheeled overhead.

High up near the summit, a pair of golden plovers played the old ‘I’ve got a damaged wing, come and get me’ routine in an obvious ploy to get us away from their chicks which must have been hidden nearby, while coming down off the north side of the hill curlew, oystercatcher, redshank, snipe and whimbrel seemed to be everywhere.

Climbing ‘The Cup’ above Hesti Geo on Sandness Hill, with Foula in the distanceThe Bay of DeepdaleNearing the summit of Sandness HillThe summit of Sandness Hill, with the spectacular view northwards to the island of Papa Stour